Nearly three years ago, I adopted Bodie. I was hoping to give him the best life possible after I found out what the first part of his life had been like.
He was born into a hoarding situation, in which he lived for two years. His life was one of filth and squalor, and he lived off of Oreo cookies that had been thrown into the yard for all of the dogs to fight over. When the property was investigated, they found he trusted only the dogs in his pack. From there, he was taken to a non-profit rescue organization, deemed healthy and adoptable, and subsequently placed in a foster home for a year. However, no one wanted him because he was fearful, anxious, and timid, and to make the matter worse, the children in that family didn't like Bodie. They teased him mercilessly, and wanted him gone. When I overheard that on my visit, I decided right then that I was taking him, regardless of his issues.
|Machine doing nerve stimulation|
|Before injury... "I love camping!"|
Over time, Bodie quickly became adjusted to his new lifestyle with me. Some of his favorite activities are camping, fishing, going to the dog park, and hanging out at Dog Beach! He's so wanting to return to the activities that make him most happy!
Please scroll below to read about Bodie's injury, and the costs associated with it. If you would like to help Bodie, please feel free to make a donation. Each dollar you donate will be spent solely on Bodie's ongoing medical care! Any amount is so very greatly appreciated! Bodie and I promise that your kindness will be paid forward!!
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Bodie's Injury: On November 10, 2012, we went out for the evening, and when we left, Bodie was, for all intents and purposes, fine. We got home about six hours later and found Bodie unable to walk correctly. He hobbled around in a squatting position and wagged his tail. As I attempted to help him, he did not yelp, cry or howl upon my touch. We immediately rushed him to the Doggie ER.
At first sight, the veterinarian on duty said he was sure it was a ruptured, bulging or degenerating disc in his back, which needed to be confirmed by a MRI. The news was not good. It was a rupture into the spinal canal with compression of the spinal cord, and there were two options: surgery or Euthanasia. I told